Hullo there ! I love your " a father’s embrace " fanfic it got me into metal sonic more so i was wondering if u knew any other fanfics i could read that includes him , I would be very gratful for it ☆
Thank you so much! I'm really glad you enjoyed it. Be sure to also give a look to (shameful self-plug here, apologies) I Can't Take All This and a prompt fill I did for him a while back! Also keep an eager eye out for my Metal Sonic longfic that I'll post. . . eventually.
Without further ado, here's my rec list! I'll sort my recs into four categories: non-ship, Metamy, Metadow and Metonic.
Non-Ship:
The first thing I'll put in this category is actually not a fic, but an official piece of Sonic media. You are now legally obligated to watch the Sonic OVA!! This movie fundamentally changed the way I characterize Metal Sonic forever, and is the basis for at least one fic I'm recommending on this list. 2D animated Sonic is genuinely one of my favorite things on the great green earth, and the OVA has it in spades. If you love the Sonic CD intro, you're gonna love this one. The only drawback is that you have to deal with 90s sexism in some parts, but that's pretty minor.
Now, with that out of the way, let me get on to my actual fic recommendations:
and so I transformed myself with my own hands - by @couch-house. This is THE transfemme Metal Sonic bible right here. But not only that, it features a terrifyingly well-written Eggdad and a great take on Sage. Every scene where Eggman and Metal verbally spar in this one had me on the edge of my seat. The tension and pacing of this one is absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. So don't just read it for trans girl Metal- read it for everything else as well.
Situation: Optimal - by ModOrbot. Metal Sonic battles Sonic and pushes himself to the breaking point- and Eggman gets concerned. Featuring good dad Eggdad and some interesting angst from Metal.
Honorary mention to METACOGNITION - by Chaos Theory (Lizardmind). This one's still ongoing, but I really like this author's narration for Metal so far, and the alternate universe premise they're building is fascinating to watch as it unfolds.
Metamy:
Carbon Cafe - by @metallix-mixin. A post-redemption Metal waxes poetic about the bakery he now runs, and the lovely guest who visits him there. A short and sweet story with a charmingly verbose and romantic narration style for Metal that I haven't found anywhere else. I think about this fic whenever I pass a bakery.
Bird Calls - by Fumiku. Metal stumbles across Amy while she's bird-watching. This one's simply the best Metamy I've ever read. Period. GOD I love this one. Most of the time, I simply tolerate Metamy to get more content with Metal Sonic in it, but this fic makes me believe in love. The emotions that both Metal and Amy go through in this one are just so in-character, and are so, so good.
Beauty is in the Beholder - by Fumiku. This is the only fic I've ever found that's about Metamy after the introduction to their relationship. In this one, they've been dating for a while now, but Metal's been having some issues with mental health and body image. Good thing Amy's there to help :)
Metadow:
Mutually Beneficial, Whatever It Takes, and A Form Chosen By Himself, But Not For Himself - by @south-sea here on tumblr. In fact, you really should just check out everything Sea has ever written for their Second Chance AU that they have starring Shadow and Metal. They write Shadow and Metal in a queer-platonic relationship and their writing is honestly what sold me on the relationship in the first place. Everything they touch with these two characters is solid gold. The narration style they use for Metal is brutally effective. I can't recommend those fics highly enough.
Metonic:
Halves of the Same Coin - by @sunnimint. OVA Universe. This fic is MANDATORY READING once you've seen the OVA. This fic dragged me from the highest fluffy happiness to the most gut-wrenching of angst. This fic destroyed me. This fic remade me. And this fic just got its concluding chapter. It's the perfect time to read it.
Iron Oxide - by TheEnigmaMachine. This is the other mandatory reading for Metonic, this time set roughly in gameverse. This fic is fascinating because it's actually a high-concept science fiction novel neatly disguised as a ship fic. This one's a pleasure to read because Metal actually narrates in and utilizes actual computer and science terms (the tags for "quantum mechanics" and "physics" aren't kidding!) It genuinely blew my mind when I first read it. Don't let the weird premise scare you- roll with the angst, bunker down for the enemies-to-lovers slow burn, and give it a shot.
Beginnings of an End - by @sunnimint. If any of you were crying because you don't want to watch the OVA but still wanted to read Sunnimint's absolutely phenomenal prose, look no further- she's got one in gameverse too. This one, opposite of her other one, features a Metal raised by a good dad Eggman, and all of the baggage that comes with it going into a Metonic relationship. It's a fascinating read. The only problem is that it's unfinished, but what's there is solid gold.
So I Got another story family, Alright this happens because I got a manipulative family so basically they have no idea that they laugh in my face and belittle me. So when I go there to help gardening they keep looking at me. I can’t even go in the house anymore because I don’t live there but I am happy because they once told me as a joke that there were cameras, even if it was a joke My body was very uncomfortable after that even in my own room. Narcissism abuse is satanic abuse they have no idea they are possessed Sadism is disgusting.
One of the most jarring moments of my university education was in a physics class when I was given a device that measures gravity and was told “this cost the university sixteen thousand dollars, but the only glass blower in the world who could make the glass springs inside it died so it’s literally irreplaceable. If you drop it those springs will shatter. Go fuck around with it for a day and take some measurements”
If you are truly interested in becoming a scientific glassblower, Salem Community College in New Jersey has a 2 year associates degree program for it, and if you actually complete it, you’re practically guaranteed a job in the field if you want one.
Scientific Glass Technology | Salem Community College
The program is amazing. I spent a year in that program before getting into an MFA program. If you really want to learn how to flamework glass, there is no better place to do so IMO.
A weird quirk about that program is that it also attracts a number of pipe makers (at least when I went there in the mid 2010s).
NGL, one of the biggest things I've learned for my day job is that jobs you knew must exist but never thought about are often taught through technical colleges. If you ever stumble across something and think 'I could do that', look it up! There may be a program out there you can take!
hey, can we all stop talking about Charlie Kirk and start talking about Trey Reed?
Police at Delta State University said no evidence of foul play was found in the death of Demartravion “Trey” Reed, but an investigation is o
Trey Reed was found yesterday hanging from a tree in Mississippi. The police are saying there was "no foul play", but anyone with half a brain knows what this really is. This was a young black man who was lynched this week in America. A thousand articles on Charlie Kirk, and yet I have heard nothing but radio silence about Trey Reed. I only learned about it when a video popped up on my social media. Think about the implications of this: this is a modern day lynching, a hate crime, and a conservative white man is getting all of the press while Reed gets nothing. Liberals and conservatives alike are mourning Kirk, but where are the people speaking out against Reed's murder?
If anyone still thinks we don't still have a massive racism problem is this country, it's time to wake up. The sad thing is, I think most people know that, it's just that so many people do not care.
I know I don't have much reach here, but I haven't seen a single thing about this man, and this atrocity cannot just be forgotten, lost under the articles of Charlie Kirk and whatever Trump is doing.
Justice for Trey Reed. I don't know what else to say. Speak out about this, don't let him be forgotten.
At the end of the day, I think that Snyder was always trying to say that humanity doesn't deserve Superman, and that Superman sometimes thinks that himself.
While James Gunn is saying that we do. And that Superman WANTS to help. He loves humanity because humanity is all the best parts of him.
Snyder came in with his idea of what he wanted Superman to be. Gunn KNOWS who Superman really IS. And that's an important distinction.
kay I need to be autistic about medical shit. how would griffith REASONABLY recover from all that?
warning, weird medical bullshit
I'm gonna be so fr before we even start to deal with the hell that is *gestures* he's going to need better nutrition. I think that is the primary method of recovery for someone in this state, once the threat of infection is off the table. if he's been relocated to a quiet secret dwelling with the people who care about him, the number one feasible priority would be to put meat back on those brittle bones
so the most dangerous part of recovery would not be the infection or the mental torment or any of that, it'd be a little bitch called refeeding syndrome
they'd have no clue how to handle that. he's dead.
okay, but if they knew how to handle it -- what then? you have a practically limbness man who can't weigh more than a small child, skill and bones (and not even that, the skin is hacked off and incapable of healing) as well as no will to live. excluding "failure to thrive" how do you handle refeeding syndrome?
the best option is to try to introduce nutrition to him slowly, supplemented with lots of fluids and other vitamins. the reccomended diet for someone with this would probably be light soup or milk...hey, that's not impossible to come by! lets pretend this doesn't go horribly wrong (great job everyone), it'd still take a while for him to be back up to a healthy weight.
I really am curious about what he'd even think about that. to go from a strong, lean body, to something withered and decayed, to steadily putting himself back together with fat instead of muscle initially. I am operating under the assumption that the majority of this recovery is happening somewhat against his own will -- he wants to die, but hey Guts is paying complete attention to him (and so is Casca but shhhhhh). he also is ociliating between memories of childhood, regression, things that don't quite matter. so he's not there entirely, and he probably won't return to being there until a good portion of his body is restored, and with it, the brain.
so I just want you to imagine you're him, alright? you come out of the most brain-breaking headache, dreamless agonizing sleep, an eternity suspended...and the clouds clear. you sit up. you're in bed, a nice bed, feathers and silks. beside you there's a half drunk cup of wine that belongs to the hulking beefcake slumped in the chair beside you. casca is chopping wood outside and you can see her through the window. you look down and realize that the sheer act of moving isn't painful - wasn't it usualy? unless you were on the softest surface, your bones were dying to break through your thin skin. now they aren't.
your hands are useless but you're able to lift the ligaments of your arms. enjoying the sensation of touch in your ragdoll fingers, you check yourself out. your bones are not strong, but moving them doesn't feel like agony anymore, and as you sit up, you feel your body somewhat support itself against the bedframe. more importantly, the wood doesn't painfully dig into you as it had. this comes to a slight horror as you become more acquinted to your new body.
you remembered being a strong youth, the primre of your life. in direct inverse, you remembered being emactiated. in those cold dark days in the dungeon, you got to know every bone and joint in your body. now, its as if that part of you is hiding. concealed.
your hands are still sinew and bone and janky webs between finger splays, and they tremble slgihtly. but your beautfiul face, your one redeeming quality tbh, is no longer as gaunt. it feels almost alien, swollen.
your legs have a similar treatment, the bones are stronger and the shattered ligaments still leave them sprawled like a ragdoll, but they're warm, and you can actually kinda feel where your feet and toes are. as you check out your body, you realize a downy layer of fat has protected your ribcage. your skin is still quite loose from the muscular build you once had, but now it takes a moment to feel those brittle ribs. beneath them, there is also a heartbeat. lungs. your hand drops down to your abdomen, where you'd been flayed, stripped to nothing but the bones of your spinal shaft and your muscular system strained from holding you in two pieces. now, while your hip bones jab and your lower ribcage is quite obvious, there is a handle of tummy fat protecting those exposed organs. this takes you by surprise - it's soft mostly (subcurtious) but not entirely (visceral) and you realize that internal I-am-fucking-dying-my-organs-are-scraping-against-each-other feeling is actually kinda gone. your insides feel like they're in the exact right place, like a woman whose just stripped off her corset.
sorry, got a little too into the prose. but I hope that gives the idea of how fucking important this part of the process would realistically be. you can't do jack shit until his bones aren't on the verge of snapping. he needs to be able to actually rebuild muscle, contain hydration, sleep comfortably, and restore immune system.
the one and only thing currently in this twinks favor is that he is young. he's 19-20. this is the best possible time to have a recovery because any time older you'd be double f ffucked.
other slight positive note: once your body gets enough nutrition and you aren't in fight-or-flight mode, your hair starts to grow back!
i actually think this first step was close to half the battle. with recovery, his skin would grow back and that would lessen the "oh god what the fuck" feelings. so we went from an emaciated man with skin peeled off and most of his muscles ripped out to a man with severe tendon damage and muscle destruction. okay. we can work with that.
the good news is people have been fucking up their achilles for as long as history. the best bet would be to steadily work on balance and in creasing muscle strength in his knees, thighs, and calfs. the issue is, did the torturer cut his ligaments there? i'm going to assume no, because he seems to have some control over his knees
so with a lot of slow meticulous physical therapy, he'd be able to restore some muscles to his legs and move, with the assistance of special boots as well as a cane, of his own accord again. I'm sure as soon as he's able to do that, his will to live shoots up exponentially, and it becomes less like guts and casca are taking care of a suicidal house plant, and more like its their dearest friend.
arms are a bit trickier.
he still has control over his elbows, wrist, and other stuff. that is good! bad news though, his fingers are useless. their tendons have been snapped so the puppet-mastery that operates them is gone. i want you to look at your own hand. notice how your fingers move. they're pulled reflexively on strings located deeper in your hands. its like playing piano. you don't control your fingers, you control what controls your fingers. expertly. what can you even do without them?
the good news is his wrist is okay.l i think the best option to restore use of the hands is a series of heavy duty gloves. hell, one could theoretically hold a sword, since a lot of swordplay is actually in the wrist, not the fingers. his handwriting would be a horrible scrawl but feasibly he could still grasp things, like a spoon or a cup, with an extensive session physical therapy and several kinds of gloves...
I'm imagining he has two main gloves. ones that morph his hands into fists for holding weapons, utensils, cuphandles, and reins
there would also be open face gloves that would be used for diplomatically or casually, such as in sleep. i could see him having his dominant hand flexed into a fist and his other one open palm, to shake and caress and give off the impression of elegance -- no one wants to see someone fist hair out of their eyes, after all!
however, all of this would come long after the other things. the process would be;
and let me tell you as someone who worked the front desk of a physical therapy clinic, muscle restoration is a BITCH.
anyway, there's one last issue. of course, the most humiliating one of all! the tongue!
I disagree with the idea that he'd be able to use sign language because you need operable fingers to do that. similarly, his hand writing would be really really messy and probably rather painful, especially in the beginning.
here's the thing, people can learn how to speak without a tongue! it is very impressive they're able to do that at all, but knowing him, I doubt he'd be comfortable speaking in any way that wasn't regal and composed. lisping and stumbling over words is not an option.
with his hands destroyed, there are a couple of options, still. whispering in the ear of someone he trusts and having them relay information to the others could be a feasible option. basically, there's no way to speak without sounding like you're fighting through a mouth full of cotton...but you still CAN speak! that's incredible. so long as your vocal chords are in one piece, you CAN.
soooo what then? I'm sure it'd be disheartening but unsurprising. vocal therapy would be one of the few things they could start relatively early on, even before his weight was restored. I think he probably would choose not to. forced to be an accessory to his friends but...hey. at least he can show his face in public, at least he can still smile and show to the kingdom that, I'm alive mother fucker!
and I think with the ability to do some things, like walking around, basic defense with a weapon, turning the pages of a book, getting and even probably making food, sleeping without feeling the agony of boards into your flesh, and to an extent dressing yourself/bathing yourself/brushing your hair... I think that would mean a lot. the good news is, his pretty face wasn't beat up too badly. hell, he could be a quiet, alluring diplomat, who makes decisions behind closed doors and only shows a cool confidence to the public...
what am I saying, he'd never be satistified. it'd take months to figure out how to piss correctly with that non-consensual bottom surgery. but its about the destination, not the progress, and at least he's loved enough to be probably supported through it (before he fucked everything over for everyone)
I approve of powerscaling discourse only in utterly senseless contexts. I don't give a shit about which shōnen protagonists could beat up which other shōnen protagonists, but I will 100% read your five thousand word essay exploring the subtle nuances of establishing a tiered ranking of the Smurfs.
the best way to do trans fem sonic is metal transitions and she chooses to stop fighting sonic and live in peace knowing shes truly her own person then a week later by total coincidence sonic also transitions and metal immediately starts trying to kill her again for copying her
With the Slayer and the Princess away as mortals, the Cycle Broken, that leaves the 10~ voices and 20~ princesses left in what was once the Long Quiet, their centers gone, reality a simple cabin in nothing.
The voices however each believe in their respective princesses so much, they each shape the world with their beliefs, splintering multitudes of pockets of lifetimes in the nothing that is their everything.
Smitten and Damsel, simply staring into one another eyes in a meadow, they say nothing, do nothing, cause the other being happy is enough for them, and the other is happy if they are happy, an endless feedback loop.
The Tower on her throne, the Broken in a gilded cage beside her as she coos and pets him, the little Bird preening in adoration.
The Adversary and the Stubborn locked in endless, perfect, almost sexual combat, hand in unlovable hand.
The Opportunist and the Witch, embracing, smiling fake smiles, each with a blade ready to stab the other in the back.
The Razor and the Cheated playing Uno. The Razor is eating cards when the Cheated isn't looking.
Skeptic and Prisoner also looking into one another's eyes, each in chains, each squinting, never breaking eye contact.
The Cold and the Spectre, chilling.
The Nightmare and the Paranoid, gloved hand trailing across the bird's feathered neck.
Contrarian and Stranger, him trying to do something to annoy her, her laughing screaming in anger crying ignoring him.
The Hunted and the Beast, playing an eternal game of cat and bird.
What? They can't all bee good endings.
And yet, despite everything, none of them would have it any other way.
I said this in the tags of a reblog and i just want to put this out there proper
Its wild that Runningnose was conceived entirely as a joke character.
His single point of existence for Into the Wild was so that, when Firepaw found Yellowfang in ThunderClan territory, they could be like "but wait, if you're not ShadowClan's medicine cat anymore, that who... OHNO" *smash cut like a Family Guy cutaway joke to the single most unqualified-to-be-a-doctor person imaginable and play laugh track* Thats his entire place in the story.
Then they realized when they started writing the later books that the dumb joke character was still ShadowClan's medicine cat and was therefore too important to just ignore / write out, so they had to take him seriously as a charcater, and as more and more horrible stuff happened in ShadowClan the more and more emotional weight they put on the doctor who couldn't cure his runny nose.
Eventually we get to Yellowfang's Secret and its revealed that he had a neglegent mother and was the foster brother of the tyrant that ruined his life, and when we get to his naming ceremony Yellowfang has to say with a straight face "Your name will be a reminder that medicine cats can't cure everything" and they have to just straight into Yellowfang's dream cause how could you possibly write his reaction to that as anything other than him realizing his entire life is a joke.
And now we are at the point where people are reading stuff like Exile from ShadowClan where theres just a character whos a doctor with an uncurable runny nose named Runningnose and everybody had to treat him like any other serious character and can't even bat an eye at how foolish that is while the reader is left to wonder how we ended up in this timeline.
This is all just another reason why hes my favorite charcater
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